Not nearly on time.

pedant \PED-nt\, noun:
a person who makes a show of detailed knowledge, esp. relying on books; also, a narrow-minded teacher or scholar

I'm sure I know a lot of pedants.
Practically everyone in college is a pedant.

I'm probably one of them most of the time. Woe is me.

Missed it again.

hidebound \HAHYD-bound\, adjective:
narrow-minded and stubborn

I may not be narrow-minded, but I am sure as hell stubborn.
What's a girl to do?

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declaim \di-KLEYM\, verb:
to orate; to speak in a loud and emotional manner

I think it's safe to say that I have a serious fear of public speaking, aka I do not like to declaim.
I don't know why, I just get super, super nervous every time I have to speak in class and other situations like that.

But if I'm at a concert or around friends, I never shut up.
What the hell?!

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openhanded \OH-puhn-HAN-did\, adjective:
1. giving freely; generous
2. done with an open hand

Hmm...I don't know of any openhanded gestures I've done lately.
I thought about washing all the dishes in the sink earlier...but I've done that like 4 times now and nobody seems to notice.

Who knows. People are lame.

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peculate \PEK-yuh-leyt\, verb:
to steal money or goods entrusted to one; embezzle

Hmm. I haven't stolen money from anyone in a while.
...that sounds bad. Oh well.

I don't know if this counts, but today I went back to CowPok and they're the place that gave me my lip ring for free without knowing it.
I love that place so much that I don't even care that I technically stole a piercing.
It can't be my fault! They're the ones who forgot to charge me!

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beseech \bi-SEECH\, verb;
beseech, besought or beseeched, beseeching:
to ask earnestly; implore

That reminds me. I need to beseech two of my professors to let me take my finals early.
Blehhh I keep avoiding it. I'm such a slacker.

At least it's not my Philosophy professor. I think I'd flip shit on him if he didn't let me.

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nocuous \NOK-yoo-uhs\, adjective:
very hurtful; noxious

I'm quite happy to say that there are very few nocuous things in my life.
The only thing at the moment that I can think of would be my past experiences with the opposite sex. Yikes.

A very, very nocuous 2 1/2 year relationship I definitely could've gone without.

Anyway! Recovering from this weekend should be a fun task today.
While "studying" for my Philosophy exam. Bleh.

CHEATING BUT OH WELL.

hermetic \hur-MET-ik\, adjective:
1. closed tightly; airtight
2. obscure; magical

I wasn't going to post this since I missed the day, but when I looked up the word I couldn't let it go by.

I don't really know what to say about hermetic, but just the fact that it means both "airtight" and "obscure" is just so fuckin' cool.

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ellipsis \i-LIP-sis\, noun:
three dots used to show an omission in writing or printing; the omission of a word or words in text

Ha. I use ellipses all the time.
...
See? Right there!

But seriously, I do use them quite often. Most of the time while talking over some instant messenger as my only thought.
It's a good way to signal a pause, like if someone says something I'm not expecting or if I don't know how to react, I simply reply with "..." and it usually gives me a chance to think of something else to say.

So...yeah. That's about it.

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tautological \taw-TOL-uh-guh-kuhl\, adjective:
unnecessarily or uselessly repetitive

What isn't tautological? God.
Homework sure is.

Today when I woke up I finished my Linguistics homework and it reminded me of the last 3 classes I attended.
We've been doing the same thing for the last week and a half. SO BORING.
But at least now I sort of understand what the fuck we're doing...so maybe it's a good thing.

Doing laundry is also tautological. It seems like I'm always needing to do it.
SAME WITH SHOWERING. MAN. It sucks.

Both of which I am now going to go do because I finished The Big Sleep. Weird, weird book.

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consternation \kon-ster-NEY-shuhn\, noun:
sudden dread or paralyzing terror

Hmm. Oh, right. I felt consternation today.
Sitting in my 18th Century Lit class when my professor handed out a reading quiz.
I didn't read the book because last night I discovered I didn't have it. Shit.

I need to get on that.

On a happier note, I didn't feel consternation during my Myth & Religions exam!
Going through those practice exams last night totally helped because a lot of the questions on those were similar to the ones on the test. Fuck yeahhh!

Tonight I intend to write. I haven't in a long time and it's sad.

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burnish \BUR-nish\, verb, noun:
1. to make shiny by polishing

Well, I didn't really burnish anything today but I did do a ridiculous amount of dishes.
I swear to god no one in this apartment knows how to wash a dish.

Everyone abuses the dishwasher which actually made it break a week or so ago and now that it's fixed, they abuse it again.
First off, NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO PROPERLY LOAD A DISHWASHER. It's disgusting.
Second, NOBODY FUCKING EMPTIES IT. Ugh. I hate people.

I'm never living with people again. I can't handle it.

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I finally decided what I'm using this for. But instead of explaining it, I'm just going to go ahead and start.

interminable \in-TUR-muh-nuh-buhl\, adjective:
so long as to seem endless; never stopping

What's interminable in my life? Besides life as a whole.
Life doesn't stop with one person, it keeps going with the world long after a single person dies. If that made any sense.

At times it seems that school is interminable. Classes are interminable, my work load is interminable, the walk to my next class is interminable.
But they're not, really. It's just an exaggeration.

As for today, it's definitely feeling like I'm never going to stop thinking about Saturday's events.
Those thoughts are abundant and endless...and I'm still not sure if it's a good or bad thing.

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I guess I always knew in the back of my head that guys were basically oblivious to everything around them.
I was even talking to my mom's boyfriend about it last week and we came to the conclusion that boys and girls simply don't have the same thought processes at all.

It was proven last night for sure.
Never was that smart when it came to matters of the heart.

Well, here's hoping that all's not lost.

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So today Tiffany and I revisited the mall because we had nothing better to do after taking a few pictures for her photography project.
Again, we continued in our quest to find Katy Perry/Charlotte Sometimes-esque clothing and we found a particularly interesting article at Charlotte Russe.

This isn't actually what we found, but it's the closest I can find on the site to what I actually got.
Usually I'd just take a picture of what I actually bought but once again I left the bag in my car and I am far too lazy to go get it.

I'm most likely going to wear it to the Take Action show next Saturday so I'm sure I'll have pictures to post after that.


In other news, I have only two other things to mention:
One, Buffalo is truly fucked when it comes to finding anything by car. It took us two and a half fucking hours to find the place Tiffany's mom wanted me to drop her off at. Fucking ridiculous.
Two, Alex Deleon is a bleeding heart fool.

That is all.

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So today Tiffany and I had three ridiculous meals: iHop, Mighty Taco, and Chinese food.
We also saw Milk and had the most retarded man in the world sit down in front of us when we were the ONLY THREE IN THE THEATER.

Anyway. Before we went to the movies we hit up a crafts store to get yarn for some random reason but ended up stealing the yarn and buying $20 of other shit like a yard of pink pleather fabric. Which we then attempted to make boxers out of and just ended up with some really, really ridiculous pictures of me that make me look like some retarded superhero.
I'm sure they'll hit the internet someday.

But we also went to the mall and while in Forever 21 I saw my stalker which thoroughly creeped me out. But then we found amazing jackets and an outfit that when I put it on makes me look like I'm Katy Perry. It's pretty amazing, I must admit.
So the plan is that this summer for Warped tour I'm going to be Katy Perry and Tiffany is going to be Charlotte Sometimes. Watch out Florida!

Anyway. Now I'm going to go geek over the fact that I got a one sentence reply from Joshua earlier.
He's special. I'm special. We're especially made for each other.

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I'm not entirely sure why I'm doing this, but I have a vague idea.
I just wanted somewhere new to post things that interest, amuse, or confuse me.
I might post every day, I might post every week. Haven't really figured that out just yet.

But for now I'll start with this.


02-05-09 : Bop Bop Skibby Do Wop from Glamour Kills Clothing on Vimeo.

I'm sure you've probably already seen this by now if you're a friend of mine, but it amused me for at least an hour today.
Though I have to admit I hatehatehate that All Time Low can win me over so easily. Make a video with ridiculous dance moves and silly sounds and I'm hooked. Damn you!